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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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[Maketh tips her head to the side.]

But it doesn't seem to be your first concern. Why is that?

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Oh, I see. [That gets a faint smile. At least Shadow isn't alone. Not in Hadriel. Not in whatever place he'll call home when this is through. Belatedly, Maketh realizes this matters to her.

Well. Here they are.]

I was rude to you earlier. I apologize.

[She takes one of his pieces.]

Nonetheless, I shall still crush you.

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[Maketh gives him another smile. It's oddly refreshing to talk with someone like Shadow.]

You haven't won yet.

[She makes another move, getting dangerously close to his queen.]

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Hmm. [Maketh returns his smirk with one of her own and makes her move. It will undoubtably sacrifice her queen, but she sees a way to win. It's a gamble and a dangerous one, but why not?]

Check.

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[Maketh blinks at the question.]

Like you? No. But humans are far from the only sentient species where I am from.

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Species or individuals? [Maketh shrugs.] Many. The Empire is heavily human, but that is....unique.

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The Empire does not recruit soldiers who are not human and those that do rarely gain any rank of prominence. There are exceptions, of course. [She's thinking of one admiral in particular.] But not many. Other military forces are mixed. The rebels, for instance. The leader of the cell I dealt with was a twi'lek. A formidable woman, to be certain. But not human.

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[Maketh shrugs. She's beyond taking offense on the Empire's behalf.] I take it your world has similar practices?

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I suppose that wouldn't surprise me. Are there not others like you, though?

[Hmm. That's a bold move. Maketh cants an eyebrow and takes advantage of it.]

Check.

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So your abilities are genetic, then? Like an inherited Force sensitivity? That is how Kylo and General Skywalker got their abilities, though they are human like me.

[Maketh follows with a counter. She can see a way to win now and means to pursue it mercilessly.]

Check.

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[Maketh raises an eyebrow, waiting for Shadow to make his move.] I see. So you were made as a weapon.

[Such projects aren't unheard of, though they rarely end well.]

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[She's misspoken. Or rather she's hit on something a little too real, something beyond their game. Maketh takes a breath, seeing the move that would win her the game, but doesn't take it yet.]

I spoke too bluntly. I--apologize.